The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
